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A Strange Thing

The Great Crested Grebe

Looks on in admiration:

Sodden Squirrel swims.

Looking out of place

He's making steady progress,

A strange sight indeed.

Climbing from the Lake,

Pausing under a new tree,

His wet fur shivers.

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